There was a point in time when I had lost my passion for life. I had lost that spark that had driven me for so many years. I can still remember it to this day. It didn’t happen overnight. It had been kindling in my subconscious, brewing and smoldering for years. I wasn’t happy with what I was doing. I wasn’t sated with the life I was living. In fact, not only had I stopped following my passion in life, but I was devoid of hope and in the expectation of good things to come. I had thought, this was it. There was no more left for me. I had no chances to live the life that I felt I deserved. I was stuck in the monotony of routine, unable to extricate myself from that situation. I still remember it so clearly. I remember thinking about how trapped I felt. I couldn’t extricate myself; I couldn’t escape. But one day that all changed. I had flown to London to visit some friends during the holidays when one of the worst snow storms in decades ...